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Chapter 2 Friends with whore

Chapter   2

Friends With Whore 

Edwin’s pov

 I woke up mid of the night. It was different. My hands were searching for Stella, my eyes closed. I wanted to cuddle her as I do everyday. She fits so perfectly in my arms. I love her so much from the day I had seen her for the first time. It was love at first sight and I really had to work hard to win her and convince her to marry me. Now she’s mine. I love to kiss her on her cheeks with her eyes closed in deep slumber. But where is she now. Oh she’s not keeping emotionally good. She’s angry and so she is at other end of the bed. I will grab her from there.

She isn’t there too.

 Wait! Wait! Where am I??

 This isn’t our room.

The bed is different.

I slowly lifted my eyelashes to find myself at an anonymous place.

Am I dreaming?

Am I actually alive?

Why don’t I remember anything? I get up on my feet shocked.

Bull shit why am I not wearing any clothes?

Where the hell am I?.....

As I surveyed the room around, my heart sunk into my boots. I was dead shocked. It felt like million ants crawling over me. I was sharing the room with a girl. Oh no! Shit hell! The little light emanating into the room from window probably some street light which was strong and I could clearly see as I had lost my sleep being wide awake trying to gather two and two

A young girl in early twenties lying on the couch besides me. She is practically undressed with stockings thrown on the floor. Some piece of clothing on the side table.

 And when I saw the mirror in front of me….

What hell! Lipstick marks

No I cannot do this. I pulled my hair with both hands in frustration and then pressed my forehead; killer headache!

I cannot cheat on Stella.

What a bastard I am? I felt so cheap, so dirty such insane and the guilt now took the form of anger.

‘This is because of the bitch’ I thought to myself.

 She’s a whore, manhunter who’s craving for sex so I shouted at her. “Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you? How could I?"

She removed the sheet from her face, scared to a sudden wake up as if seen a ghost. That was when I saw her for the first time. She had very innocent black eyes, pretty nose and lips which were off from lipstick now which was red earlier were soft like that of a little girl and that brought to my senses that the lipstick is missing because she kissed me. She fuckingly kissed me. And god knows what else she did or I did or did I kiss her back. The million of thoughts were killing me inside further boiling the anger that I could pour on her.

“You creepy sluts. How well you manage to hunt for rich men. How could you sell your body only for money? Money is your only priority in life no.” I yelled at her.

“Sir”

“Yes now I am sir, your boss. You need money for the night now. Didn’t you ever realize I was drunk? No why would you? It was your opportunity to grab the situation and mint money." I shouted with anger on verge of exploding.

“But sir” 

“Do you have least of idea that I am married and I love my wife? Out of all the quarrels and misunderstandings between us, this is the last thing I would like to do is sleep with a bloody slut like you” I said more to myself than her